09-24-2015, 03:51 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-24-2015, 03:52 PM by rva_jeremy.)
A passage from A Fool's Phenomenology inspired by Sabou's profound post:
Quote:"The Gods are here", too, remarked the master, warming his backside at the stove. Heraclitus knew a thing or two about the divine. It shows up where it is least expected. It luxuriates in the intimate and familiar. It is always very near at hand.Bold emphasis mine.
Yet this, paradoxically, makes it the very furthest stage of remove from one who would reach out to it as if it were the Other. Do I really have to ask why it is that when I am truly broken and washed by sorrow, when every shred of vanity and arrogance is stripped from me, I am nearest to that in me which is divine? Do I really have to ask why it is that only that in me which is of genuinely divine nature can resonate to the divine itself? Do I really have to ask why it is that only the divine in me can countenance the glory and triumph of the creator?